From The Hips

Friends, Romans, Countrymen ...

2011-07-29T18:51:00.000-07:00

Of my pirated internet, I am able to contribute these few words to this blog. None of which are wise, I am afraid. I wish I could regal you in my updated art, but alas, there is none to post. Shall I sing you a sonnet of my fiancé? I'll spare you such, my loves.

The world is exploding all around us, but no one seems to answer the sonic boom, or raise their heads from the sand. I'll admit my loves, I'm also guilty of slow response and hiding; this is my first entry since March. I'm learning which things I can change, and which ones I can't; most of them have first names.

Small stories and vignettes are in the works, as always. Renaissance Faire is creeping up around the corner, of which I will be working/participating the first weekend, fourth and fifth weekend. Renaissance Faire has only been a part of my life for a couple of years and it already conjures up MANY memories. Life moves so quickly, everything weighs heavily on a glance or a blink of an eye, and it can vanish in that span. Treasure it, loves.

Speaking of memories, I saw this chick live in June. Phenomenal show ^_^

Enigmatic closing comment to be inserted here.

Turn & face the strange ---

cait

Love, loss and malarkey

2011-03-05T10:43:00.000-08:00

And now for something completely different:

In the process of moving my parents out of their house in the 'burbs to another house in a more remote 'burb. The good news is I'll at least be creating a studio space in the near future for all of my pending projects (cough, COUGH...)

Today I am dragging my boyfriend to the Cantor Arts Center (if ye be a South Bay-ish hoodlum like yours truly, it's in Palo Alto, and best of all it's FREE) to gawk at Rodin's famous Gates of Hell.

I've quit hard alcohol after getting alcohol poisoning the day after Christmas.

I haven't quit art, it's just taken the backseat of my short bus with all the chaos that can be gently referred to as my life. It's all about time (isn't everything?)...

Smiles and snark,

cait

"Whoa, was that Bill Murray?"

2011-02-14T19:13:00.000-08:00

Why yes, yes it was.

2011, yous gots some esplainen to dooooo.

2011-01-21T17:42:00.001-08:00

Welcome to 2011, friends.

Sorry about the delay, I was half way between another WTF moment or so.

Here, have some art.

I painted this for my boyfriend's birthday back in October.

Next up, a poem by Mary Johnson, butchered/illustrated by yours truly.

Other big news: CaitlinInterruption will be moving.

Details to come.

Much love to you,

I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.

Break the lock if it don't fit

2010-11-30T22:51:00.000-08:00

Oh my GOWAD, Becky. She's ACTUALLY posting work.
Yes, my dear Dr. Twinkletits, it is true.
Teasers of illustrations to be posted in Paper Airplane. These particular ones go along with a story written by a gentleman I only know as "Woody".
Apologies for my absence.
xo
c

Spiderbane and progression

2010-11-02T13:04:00.000-07:00

First issue: Planes, Trains and Scraperbikes
December 2010

Give us the cuttlefish!

2010-10-18T15:28:00.000-07:00

Painted this for my niece's first birthday
Über exhausted

witty title placeholder

2010-10-13T23:05:00.000-07:00

I wanted to update on an up-note:
I'm going to see one of my favorite bands with damned fine company tomorrow night, and then off I go a-wenching for the last weekend of the Northern California Renaissance Faire this season.
I am grateful for everything in my life and I say that with the utmost sincerity (and enough sappiness to gag Walt Disney).

My loves, I miss you too.
Photographic evidence to follow in the next entry; and yes, honest to goodness ART to be posted. I tell no lies.

Adieu,
c

Puking children in aquariums

2010-09-17T23:49:00.000-07:00

However, let us not dwell on the negative; I played with penguins today on a day trip to Monterey Bay Aquarium.
Made my month.

Hanging on by my fingernails.
Also: tis Faire season again, get on it.
Regards,
c

Definition of "blog"

2010-09-11T16:34:00.000-07:00

I think the only time that I update this thing is to indulge my increasing sense of egotistical journalism; a blue collar spawned wannabe Gonzo, minus the LSD. I don't represent a revolutionary way of seeing the world, nor am I the unintentional mascot for hallucinogens. I'm trying avoid the whiny vocals of Gwen Stefani; saying "I'm just a girl" is too much of a dismissal of the work I want to produce, and am reluctant to produce at the fear of offending one or many. The personal levity seeps out of the pieces that I am most fond of (and others approve, I would hope, unless you people have just been blowing roses up my ass). I need to put on the man pants and get this thing rolling.

The pandemonium of this past month revealed chaos to once again be my muse; while my other half studied his fire fighting statistics, I painted and drew my little heart out, tasteless horror movies blaring for white noise. So far "Killer Klowns from Outer Space" has been the top of the list.

Keep moving forward.

Strong genetics

2010-08-14T21:24:00.000-07:00

Love will tear us apart
again.

This week has knocked my dick in the dirt, my lovelies.
Top Five Positive Things In Cait's Life

I am employed.
I am alive (sign of the times that this is secondary to employment and means of income? Or Freudian slip? But I digress ...)
I have both my parents (knock wood)
I can draw and I can paint to maintain sanity, and when all else fails
there is always sushi and beer.

-cait
P.S. Just tried Sierra Nevada's Kellerweis Hefeweizen.
... Not sure how to feel about it.

If I didn't have bad luck ...

2010-08-09T21:15:00.000-07:00

As of Saturday my father has a broken collarbone, broken shoulderblade and four fractured ribs because someone didn't see him on his motorcycle and cut him off in traffic about two blocks from our house. He has no spinal or head trauma, which is good. However, I'm begging, I'm imploring, look out for motorcycles and bicycles on the road. We watch for you, please watch for us.

--
Update on the patriarch:
good news: he's been moved out of the ICU and took eight steps from his bed to the gurney they used to transfer him.
moderate news: he's still an asshole.
And I would not have it any other way
<3

Throwback

2010-08-03T00:45:00.000-07:00

Just like saying you love someone, saying goodbye multiple times only retains it's meaning for so long. However this is the first time I've been able to say goodbye to her in the ten years I've known her. Sadly it didn't seem as though there was much of a difference
On a completely separate note: Faire season is fucking NIGH.
Speaking of fucking nigh, ever hear of the Cardinal Cross? I don't buy into/know much about astrology or anything, but this sounds really strange, and if you've been having a few bad (checks watch) weeks like I have, take a gander. Original article from r ealitysandwich.com
Always,
c

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Summer Climax: The Grand Cardinal Cross

Right before the moment of coherence is the point of maximum chaos. We are now there at the topof the roller coaster, zero point, chaos point.

Just two years before the Mayan calendar end date of December 21,2012, in the summer of 2010, 2 transpersonal planets, Uranus and Pluto, 2 social planets, Jupiter and Saturn, and 2 personal planets, the Sun and Mars, will confront each other upon the Cross of Matter in one of the most intense formations in all of astrology, often experienced only once in a human lifetime, a Grand Cardinal Cross. The waiting is over....

The Cardinal signs are the initiators of the zodiac, the outward, expressive thrust of energy in each of the four elements and seasons. Hence, Aries is Cardinal Fire and the spark of spring. Cancer is cardinal water and begins at the summer solstice. Libra is cardinal air and marks the equinox. Capricorn is cardinal earth and initiates the dark season at the winter solstice. Since they rule the seasons, the alignment of many planets upon the Cardinal Cross can literally change the face of the earth. We are about to embark on a time of dramatic change, mounting tension, and the aching pulse for a whole new paradigm for human existence.

In his Cosmos and Psyche, Richard Tarnas describes the rare experiences where multiple archetypal cycles overlap, involving Saturn, Uranus, and Pluto, as begins in 2010. We find this explosive dynamic during the French Revolution, the years 1964-67, and 1929-1933.

Tarnas writes, "Especially problematic in such eras was the extreme intensification of both widespread revolutionary upheaval and violent authoritarian repression in a tightly bound dialectic, mutually activating each other."

Those specially affected by this transit, with an important role to play as initiators of this will have planets at the first degrees of the Cardinal signs and the last degrees of the mutable signs, Gemini, Sagittarius, Virgo, Pisces. There will be a surge of intense stress, motivation, and passion in the planets located at these positions. Let them be your guides for your next phase of evolution.

Wanted:

2010-07-25T22:08:00.000-07:00

An HTML/Dreamweaver/CSS tutorial
to make my own website
and get away from this lameness
(sorry Blogger.com, but I'm starting to outgrow you. It's not y-- ... actually, it is you).

in exchange:
a home-cooked meal by yours truly.
And yes, I can actually cook.
Creepsters and complete strangers need not apply without good reason.

Feminism Doesn't Sparkle [outside link]

2010-06-30T18:23:00.000-07:00

Working in a used bookstore, you get a lot of surprising questions/statements. Probably one of my favorites still remains to be, "Hey, so I'm looking for that Romeo and Juliet book by Ridley Scott?"
Anonymous bookseller: "... You mean by William SHAKESPEARE?"
Witless wanderer: "Yeah, that's the one."

But I digress ...

A friend sent me the above meme because I expressed distaste for the Twilight series, and have to bite my tongue when muscle-bound men and housewives have lined up, requested and belittled in order to get copies of the saga.
And now, another friend has posted this link, I was compelled, dear reader, to take it one step beyond, and give it the Caitlin Interruption nod (whatever the hell that may end up being worth).

"I love love. I think love is wonderful, but Twilight is not love, Twilight is not about healthy, equal relationships. Love is about equality. About partnerships. About trust."

I'm all for literacy, trust, equality and love. And no, I can't just read a book without analyzing it. Sorry lovelies.

[Edit: Why can't I just enjoy something for the enjoyment of it? Here's the explanation in a nutshell. And it was called "Moff's Law", and it was good]

Cheers to vampires the way they should be
(wrinkly, on the brink of decomposition and blood-thirsty)
c.i

Because there is [no]thing to report other than

2010-06-28T00:17:00.000-07:00

"I'm allergic to the world when we are separated, there's nothing in my heart that's worth a-beating"

Epic stay-cation coming to a close on Tuesday, I've spent the last few days being social instead of completing the paintings I've started. I missed out on Pride because I'm terrified of crowds. True story.
But I digress ...

Check out this cool cat.
Circa 2007

Shameless sibling promotion? Yes.
Cryptic bloggity blogs when I ~~said I would~~ should be sleeping?
Present.

xo
ci

Bottom of boxes and backs of minds

2010-06-18T22:28:00.000-07:00

I do tarot readings (or used to) on a weekly basis. I found this card at the bottom of a box of used books at my work.
Basic meanings of this card in particular:

Have an Effect
make your plans real
mold the physical world
use your body
experience nature
achieve tangible results
act on your dreams
get events in motion

Be Practical: take a realistic approach
apply the tools at hand
find a solution that works
use common sense
stop daydreaming
work with what you have
concentrate on what's effective
Be Prosperous: draw to you what you need
increase your means
grow and expand
enrich yourself
go out to meet success
seek abundance
become secure
Be Trusting/Trustworthy: accept that the solution is well in hand
have faith in others
accommodate uncertainty
accept others at their word
keep your word
prove yourself dependable
stick by your commitments
establish credibility

Apologies, I just like when things like this drop into my lap.
On that note, going back to painting.

xo
cait

Recent Developements

2010-06-17T22:53:00.000-07:00

Maelie Ladylove has graciously offered to let me use her scanner/printer for the time that she is Aloha Mae (in Hawaii with her Navy boylove). Downside: recently paid off two major debts and therefore can't even afford the tank of gas to get down to San Jose to retrieve it.
Attended "Seeing Red" at Old Crow Tattoo & Art Gallery in Oakland (in the magical time when I had gas in my car). This guy made me go out and spend my last few dollars on a canvas, to which I say thank you.
I've been listening to Evelyn Evelyn compulsively since my return from Yosemite. And after overdosing on stupid from my shift this morning, it is sorely needed.

Death of the Wayfairers and Nipple Falls [An Adventure]

2010-06-04T22:53:00.000-07:00

I escaped on Thursday after an eight hour shift to Mariposa.

After four hours of 2-lane highways, 7 mile stretches of construction littered with people who didn't know how to properly merge and pitch black night seeping in between my music, I finally arrived in Mariposa. I can't say Mariposa is a one horse town, but I don't recall seeing a stop light. I vaguely recognized the protruding storefronts in the darkness from my last visit circa 2002, although my journey resulted in going the opposite direction anyway.

Moral of the beginning of story:
a journey into the middle of bumfuck nowhere at the end of a workday tends to be far longer than it really should be.

Eventually made it to Casa de Granville, where Rew and I made cheesy scrambled eggs with toast and caught up on the past eight months since The Northern Renaissance Faire. Boggle was brought out for two games (apparently Trouble meets Scrabble?) until Go-Go arrived from Fresno. Food was unpacked and introductions were made to extended family and Mr. Bojangles (family lovable behemoth dog). We plotted out our attack for the next day (and a couple of fantasy treehouses, see picture included)
We tackled the Mist Trail successfully, despite sunburns and prominent nipples making their descent down from the top of Vernal Falls.

Long story long, and being rather long-winded, I conclude I must go back before the summer is over, at least for sanity's sake.

Another Easy Rider goes down

2010-05-29T11:55:00.000-07:00

Pabst Blue Ribbon, motherfucker.
RIP Dennis Hopper

In other news: going to a wedding in the country.
+
new idea for distribution of art

In Dreams,
xo
cait

Here it comes ...

2010-05-26T14:28:00.000-07:00

Where in the mighty blue fuck has this year gone?

Best estimate for my art show: June. There's been some architectural malfunctions in the gallery itself, details to come.

Downside to this blog: I have no scanner to even give you sketchbook pages, but it's a double-edged sword; I wouldn't want to be THAT personal. (Odd, isn't it?)

Love, post-its and fucktards that shop my work,

xo
cait

Planning my escape

2010-05-12T13:59:00.001-07:00

Just for pure sanity's sake.

A girl can only take so much retail and smog.

Plundered the seaside boardwalk yesterday with good company and large doses of caffeine. Staring contests with sea lions were lost, along with a few grains of personal dignity when discovering that I had set my canvas bag into a mound of seagull shit.
Overall? A successful blustery Tuesday.

Onwards to employment!
Vague Caitlin Update #18: I'm currently trying to learn how to sew. My fingertips hate me.
Regards and poopsicles,
cait

My Childhood for Sale in Irish Hills, Michigan

2010-05-08T00:46:00.000-07:00

I seem to recall a picture of me near this feline ancestor
around the age of 10.
["Pictures or it didn't happen"]
Oh, but it did, I assure you.

Who wants to lend me the 500k to buy it?

In other news:
Lucid dreams, and toast.
xo
cait

Uno de Mayo

2010-05-01T00:17:00.000-07:00

FREE COMIC DAY 2010

SUPPORT YOUR FAVORITE PICTOGRAPHIC NARRATIVES
AND VISIT YOUR LOCAL PARTICIPATING COMIC SHOP.
CAPS LOCK HAPPY.
But I digress.

Also, the use of a scanner will be rewarded with pie.
I need to update you guys with more than cellphone pictures of my stuff.
Onwards to comics, a picnic and hockey playoffs
It's been seven hours and fifteen days

cheers
c.i.

Little known fact

2010-04-30T01:43:00.000-07:00

Random fact about Caitlin Interruption #3: I ♥ hockey. My favorite thing right now is following the Detroit Redwings v.s. San Jose Sharks semi-final series. First game of the series was tonight, 4-3 Sharks ^_^

Captain Obvious's fact of the day:
Caitlin loves comics. If I can even reach a fraction of this awesome, or even this, I will die a happy Caitlin.

Many thanks to Mr. Sumnicht for these gems.

P.S. Want to buy some of my art AND help a girl (aside from me) be happy? Stay tuned to find out how.

.see.eye.

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve, I have a history of takin' off my shirt

2010-04-24T00:13:00.000-07:00

Briefly:
Discontent? Moderately so.
Creativity has increased, though. A "wounded" Caitlin is a creative Caitlin.
Such a splintered thing.

Mae, I started the painting I want to sell to get you to Dain.
Yes, really.
♥

Girl On Fire

2010-04-21T23:24:00.000-07:00

Very interesting article and chart concerning non-monogamy, originally from Sexual Informatics: Non-Monogamy.
As we all know, love, sex & everything in between is rather messy. I've been coming to grips recently about consensual actions on my past and present relationships, what works, what doesn't, etc. Along with the expected kicking, screaming, whining and a smidge of insecurity, the easiest (and tactful) answer is this:

"the best we can do is honor what is alive in us in the moment."

I read that today and it made my day a little bit easier.
That and I baked a lot today. And cleaned. I felt like Martha Stewart, sans the scamming Wall Street thing.

P.S. Guess who's going to be showing work at Circle Academy in Emeryville within the next few weeks? Holler ^_^ Details to come.

Calling it an early night, i.e. before 3AM.
xo, caitlandia

(You're my) Guilty Pleasure #11 or Not Whom You Would Think

2010-04-17T01:10:00.000-07:00

With warm weather brings the remembrance of good music I've had the pleasure to witness.
And the misplacement of my voice (for a jabberjaws like myself? Oi ...)

I sound like that mouse from Disney's Alice In Wonderland
caitlandia

Oh bother

2010-04-16T01:12:00.000-07:00

What's a girl to do but dye her hair when she's down on her luck.
I've lost my voice and my heart all in one day, but really, what a beautiful spring day to do so.
Photographic evidence to follow, eventually.

In my darkest days

2010-04-13T13:15:00.000-07:00

Maelie Jade is my little awesome raincloud. Author's Note: Both Maelie Jade and I are

Pescatarians (vegetarians that can't give up sushi) and
Darkly bubbly cynics.

----------

Mae: This grosses me out. It would ruin my faith in humanity - if I had any
http://manbque.com/club/rules.php

1:10 PM
Yours Truly: ... oh balls.
(facepalm)

Mae: when I first saw the word "manbque" I assumed it was a gay strip joint

Y.T.: you should email them that.

Mae: hahaha
[enter the wonder and awesome that is Mike Segawa's Mario Beefcake]

Y.T.: LOL That's amazing.

Alas, I am sick, and away I go to cough on customers.
Flee before me in terror, mere mortals, I am diseased!
xox
caitlandia

The birds, the bees and Betsy or "You Know You're A Creep When ..."

2010-04-05T23:19:00.000-07:00

On April Fool's I braved AMTrak and buses to get to Chico, California to embrace the college life I missed out on, and visit David Mellons before his impending graduation.
Chico has a way of existing outside of the space time continuum that is generally accepted by present day physics; four days dissipated and before I could take in everything (apparently alcohol was excluded, and resulted in my first blackout in five years), I was hungover on a bus and heading back home.
Also, I almost stole this puppy. Her name was Hailey. Biggest babe magnet in town.
I look forward to returning to raid Dutch Brothers Coffee, and hounding the pie vendor at Thursday Night Market for her marion berry pie recipe. Also, dear Chicoians, if you find my dignity laying around in the bar known as "The Bear" (I'm pretty sure it got left by the Monopoly pinball machine), please smack it upside the head, give it some Alka-Seltzer and send it home to me.

---

Today I sold your shoes I never actually wore (or fit into) to Buffalo Exchange; I got $10. I spent it on an iced coffee and a pack of cigarettes, and said hello to another burned out romance that works down the street.
It is what it is, gentlemen and ladies.

xo
see.eye

Author's Note:
My former host and forever hooligan has informed me that if my dignity had been left up in Chico, it would be at the U-Bar, not The Bear. Obviously, I was not aware.
Regards,
c

Industrial strength

2010-03-29T14:27:00.000-07:00

I live here.
It's always all about to happen.

.see.eye.

Fool's Train Ticket

2010-03-23T00:44:00.000-07:00

A commission as done for Carl Flynn.
© Caitlin Olson 2009, etc., etc., don't be a douche canoe.

I wouldn't say the nine-to-five-ing are draining me, it just makes it so the time that I do have that isn't spent catering to the strange needs of John Q. Public (picking a lock at a customer's request today, good example), I actually spend drawing rather than typing away on my blog at all hours of the night.
Except tonight.

I escape the Bay Area on April Fool's Day until the fourth. I'm eager for my long train ride and the consumption of large quantities of books that I've accumulated over the past six months.

Monday nights: to fall asleep to Billie Holiday
Here's how,
xo
see.eye

Zim Hates You

2010-03-16T12:12:00.000-07:00

Just when I think I fail at dates, I remember this particular scene.
Also, Jhonen dishes on why ZIM (and Yo-han) hates you.

Also, I was probably never meant to be blonde.
But I digress, and continue in spring cleaning.

The bleach singed my braincells
xo
see.eye

Sixth of March

2010-03-06T23:46:00.000-08:00

If you haven't already, Britten and Brülightly by Hannah Berry is a must read, I had forgotten the title until this past month.
And here are the beginnings of a self-portrait. It needs work.

Another week.
xo
see.eye

Luck sleeps where she wants to sleep, she just don't sleep with me

2010-03-03T20:55:00.000-08:00

On a rainy Tuesday night, exhausted as hell from work, I find myself dancing in my socks to soul music before I decided to paint.

Christ, I'm stunted without, and I'm intoxicated when under the influence of one.

Next episode: The Hostile Take Over of a Scanner.

love,
cait

These are not the droids you're looking for

2010-02-23T16:12:00.001-08:00

By pure coincidence, and as a result of the Pillow Fight, I had the pleasure of attending the housewarming party of Destructoid.com

And ended up dancing with around wearing the head of the beast.

Those of you whom I have met that night, thank
you for a wonderful time, being amazing
and withstanding my tone deaf singing for RockBand.

Grateful and giddy, as always
[see.eye]

Remind me

2010-02-22T01:27:00.000-08:00

to redo my "I Can Shuffle, Cut, And Deal" print.

Because after a week in hell,
I find that Amanda Fucking Palmer still rocks my tits off.

I can shuffle, cut, and deal
But I can't draw a hand
I can't draw a lot of things
I hope you understand
I'm not exceptionally shy
But I've never had a man
That I could look straight in the eye
And tell my secret plans

Recession Proof Decompression Exercises

2010-02-10T18:14:00.000-08:00

Recession proof decompression exercises as compiled by yours truly.

Indulge the hell out of the small things. These include simple things such as: people watching, making coffee at home, enjoying the spaces of time when the sun is actually shining.
Creating small projects for each day. Even if it's getting your car serviced on your days off, doing laundry or organizing your damned movies and your crowded bookshelves.
Music multiplied by ∞
Read. Constantly.

And on that note,

Basically my favorite song consistently since July.

(I have lived through this I have lived through worse)
all my lovin'
c.i.

Ex Kay See Dee

2010-02-02T02:56:00.000-08:00

♥ this webcomic, inspired at three ante meridiem

snoozin'
c.i.

Oh, Onion. You Never Let Me Down.

2010-01-30T17:47:00.000-08:00

The joke used to be that if you were dating someone and the solitary book they had on their shelves was Catcher in the Rye, to run for the hills.
This still applies.

Newest literary consumption: Doctor Zhivago.
On deck: House of Leaves.

Brought to you by way of many sniffles
and watching Finding Nemo while attempting to find an order to the chaos that is
my living space.
xo
see.eye.

Solace, Hallmark holidays, angst, and feathers

2010-01-25T13:28:00.000-08:00

Rather than mope over being single for another Valentine's Day, I am gathering a group of people to go to San Francisco for the Third Annual Pillow Fight.
Five solid minutes of feathered fury.

VIMBY - San Fran Pillow Fight

Email me at caitlininterruption [at] gmail [dot] com to organize.
We shall not go quietly into the night,
however I will shuffle sniffling into work.
Damned head colds

Cheers,
see.eye.

Defining the border

2010-01-18T00:17:00.000-08:00

[Photo credit: Elizabeth Dowell, RISD; 2006]

You get to a point to where you can no longer feel guilty about enjoying yourself, but have to maintain a sense of dignity.
If you don't, you won't have anything left.

Mister Destiny Nine and Fourteen

2010-01-11T18:53:00.000-08:00

Courtesy of Mr. Jones.

My 23rd year of terror begins on Wednesday.

Stuck in Airports

2010-01-04T18:12:00.000-08:00

My family and I used to travel quite a bit up until a few years ago, usually to see my mother's side of the family in the Midwest. I originally started this blog as a way to catalog me making my way out to Michigan and record my Welsh grandmother's stories about growing in London during the Blitzkrieg. She and my great uncle David were among the children evacuated to the countryside.

I forgot all about the in between time spent trying to get to where the hell you're going, until recently where I found myself waiting to see people who had gone far away from me. Sometimes cool stuff happens when you're waiting around. The last Christmas I went to Michigan, we were stuck in Chicago due to bad weather. A worker from the tarmac came in from the cold, grabbed a microphone and started singing "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music over the intercom.

May I direct your attention then, to this little gem, and the diagram for why this works so well.

Resolution

2010-01-02T00:32:00.000-08:00

I heard Grizzly Bear's "Two Weeks" while in the grocery store on New Year's Eve in the middle of the day. A bit of a trip.

I have solemnly sworn to not jump to conclusions about how to conduct this next year, other than to just keep breathing.

Oh, and to upload more damned art / actually upload pages from this effing comic, just so I have something back up this "website", other than just my rotten observations, tasteless cadence and links to online movies.

Hello, Twenty-Ten. Play nice, or I'll kick your face in.

Best,
see.eye

May I present to you as a token of good faith for bothering to read this rot

2009-12-29T19:02:00.000-08:00

my all-time favorite animated full-length film, American Pop by Ralph Bakshi.

Fuck yes, Hulu.
Thank you for making the end of this decade for me.

Cheers,
and most likely only one more post for this wretched year of 2009,
see.eye

Panama

2009-12-27T23:24:00.000-08:00

It's hard to take you seriously when you're shaking your newly-found beergut to Van Halen on a stripper pole in a dive in Jack London Square. On a Sunday night.

This special report was brought to you by the Vicious & Stoney Brigade (on loan from LARP, Confidential), who kindly remind you, "не более глупо трахает!", and use a condom.

P.S. Just go away already, 2009. And don't let the door hit your ugly ass on the way out.

Happy Wookie Life Day

2009-12-25T01:07:00.000-08:00

Wonder if I could've gotten Russian radio with those antlers.
May tonight find you safe, warm and spiritually intact in some shape or form.

Live long and prosper
see.eye
x

Puke like a pterodactyl

2009-12-22T03:34:00.000-08:00

I keep running into people I haven't seen/heard heads or tails from in ions. Babies having babies. Parents of childhood friends, bullies that don't remember breaking my brother's ribs in elementary school that slap me on the back and ask how same brother is doing. They reek of nostalgia, high school, hair grease and cheap cologne. Not all necessarily a bad thing, but like many things, they are good in small doses.
There's nowhere to go but here, a series of stripmalls with a mayor, a house party with pieces of the wall missing and painted over (sidenote: said-house party was the first time in a while I felt awkward for showing up somewhere alone)

I have frequented a bar so often in the Tri-City, that rather than just informing the bartender that some kids lost their lunch in the back, and so she doesn't have to worry about it on her smoke break, I go as far as to swipe at it with the mop that's kept by the ice machine, next to the service sink.

I need to get out of here. Too many inebriated or far too sober moments of going back and forth through the doorways, always dependent on company, but still a varying level of wondering, "What the fuck am I doing here?"

In other news:
Plans have been solidified to be civil and asphyxiate in the nostalgia of being 16, clumsy and shy, on the third day of 2010, and have a cup of coffee.

Only 9 days left in 2009.
I'm running on no sleep and stuttering fingers.

Insomnia meatloaf [that's not vegan],
xo
see.eye.

to the brim

2009-12-17T02:15:00.001-08:00

High Grandma from melissa pare on Vimeo.

I am filled to the brim with absolute warm and fuzzies for a little gremlin I have never met, but I hope to remedy that soon.
Desert in the winter, snow on cacti; yes, please and thank you.

However, Christmas cheer is not in any fiber of my being, currently. Although, a postal worker did come into work today, and I just counted myself lucky that I'm only dealing with retail, not complete twats at the post office.

Tonight's/this morning's plan: get to bed at a decent hour. I'm thinking sometime before 5:00 AM.
Wide-eyed, cranky yet content, and crawling to bed,
see.eye.

Its nothing but time and a face that you lose

2009-12-13T01:51:00.001-08:00

It took me a few seconds to recognize your dad when he came into my work. He's just as I remember him, actually, kind of sweet and intelligibly bumbling. There's a little bit more gray in his hair. He sold us 14 boxes of books, mostly old romance novels. Were they your grandmother's? He was looking for radio transistor manuals, I guess he and your mom liked playing around with your sound equipment too. I didn't know they had gotten licenses to broadcast on the radio. I don't know if it was out of habit that he told me you were coming back for your birthday.

Did you know your cousin is getting married? You know the one I dated two years before I met you?

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour

I found a box of the comics we did together in high school. Remind me to show you sometime.
To the sound of the pouring rain,
see.eye.

Vierzig, or "B-Flat"

2009-12-08T22:09:00.000-08:00

Today is my brother Micheal's fortieth birthday, marking an anniversary also for the concert of Altamont where the Hell's Angels broke lose while working security where our then-seventeen year old father had just dropped acid and was having the worst trip of his life.

That being said, know that although I very much suck recently at keeping in touch, he is very much awesome. Even Spike Jonze says so.

I'm Albuquerque-bound as soon as I can, my Paré Three.

Much love from the tepidly frozen East Bay,
see.eye.

P.S. Mike, I hate that this is the most recent picture of you and me (i.e. three and a half years ago). Remedy this soon, we shall.

She was lookin' like an erotic vul-cha

2009-12-08T00:58:00.000-08:00

Rather than whine about the past 18 months of my life, I shall only say this:
Few and far in between have I ever had a problem that could not be at least temporarily satiated with art, cartoons and coffee.
Therefore; two in one, and a politically incorrect Bugs Bunny cartoon

see.eye.

Wonders never cease

2009-12-04T12:56:00.000-08:00

By some strange turn of events, I got/get to see two people I'm completely enamored with, within the same week.
Thanks to Facebook, saw a friend became a fan of the very same band whose lead singer I attacked with icewater after he called me a dyke in front of a whole bar. Did I mention he was wearing a viking helmet and wearing a Tarzan sheath whilst playing a neon green cello WHILE he was doing this? See above picture. I can't make this shit up. Post Script: Dear sir, if somehow you end up reading this -waves- I hope I fried your wireless set, fuckface.

I haven't looked forward to a Friday this eagerly in a long time.
Next episode of See Eye:
The Great Christmas [What the] Dickens Faire

Cheers, yours into almost certain and coveted oblivion,
see.eye.

We're slowly taking over ...

2009-12-02T22:19:00.000-08:00

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

RIP Zombie Sony Brick

2009-12-02T00:50:00.000-08:00

My heavy/clunky brick camera, which asphyxiated in a pit of sand on a Santa Cruz beach, and then came back from the dead, finally bit the dust, on this, the day of our Flying Spaghetti Monster, 2nd of December, 2009.

Who wants to hook yer girl up with a fucking scanner/digital camera?

Cheers, and will make it through this year if it kills me,
c.i.

The Only

2009-11-26T21:06:00.000-08:00

The only thing that will keep me from killing a customer tomorrow during the shopping frenzy will be the fact that I am being paid the same day. Well-played, holiday sales, well-played.

See also: The Harry Potter Incident.

Happy Über Fun Small Pox/Native Genocide/Poultry Massacre Day!
Cheers from a food coma,
c.i.

Finer things in life.

2009-11-23T22:25:00.000-08:00

Homemade wontons, jasmine rice, random remixes, Trader Joe's Sparkling Blueberry Juice, and warm sake.

Win.

What was that

2009-11-20T23:48:00.000-08:00

about hats again?
courtesy of: moneygami pictures
via Justin Jones

Barkley

2009-11-19T22:31:00.000-08:00

Thank you, Babcock ♥

This darkness is just a suggestion

2009-11-18T23:11:00.000-08:00

... I see myself blurred in the mirror by steam and time seems to fold over onto itself and I see myself as a layering of all my previous days and years and all the time that is coming and suddenly I feel I've become invisible.

Photograph taken by yours truly.
2006

Employment, Leibowitz and Old-Fashioned

2009-11-15T00:18:00.000-08:00

Customer quotes of the day:
[A fair 20 minute period after same-said woman purchased cheesy romance novel and had left the store, she returned to complain:]

"I can't read this! It's a romance novel based in London. I hate novels based in London, can I return it?"

[Elderly Asian gentleman's response when I ran into him twice within the same 5 minute span and I reassured him I wasn't following him]
"I'm too old for you anyway"

---
I woke up to the rain, left for the day with a chill on my neck and three layers of my worn down sweaters. Mmm ... autumn.

Cut-Off

2009-11-12T19:30:00.000-08:00

I'm not keeping "tabs". You got me into a lot of great music and amazing art. I liked that train of thought. Simple as that.
Also

re∙tract |riˡtrakt| (verb, [trans]): 2. withdraw (a statement or accusation) as untrue or unjustified.

Please excuse my insecurities and words that were spewed from same-said fountain.

Doolittle

2009-11-10T23:56:00.000-08:00

I was somewhere in the back left portion of the orchestra pit. Somewhere towards the middle of the song, some white guy named Theo - whom I'm guessing was rolling on ecstasy - licked my heart tattoo and ran away.

You've got red on you.

2009-11-05T13:52:00.000-08:00

When you can ask them attack you with fake blood to simulate a zombie attack.

Dia de los Muertos

2009-11-02T17:49:00.001-08:00

These woodcuts still give me shivers, just because of the pure detail.

Also feel like if there was some kind of creature that is slowly eating away at my insides and not allowing me to focus, it would resemble something fairly close to this.

Heavily ... distracted, as it were.

Cheers fuckwits,
c.i.

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

2009-10-29T18:38:00.000-07:00

I've only gotten to see her (until recently) once every two years, and suddenly, since this past Friday, I have been seeing her every day (today being the exception). We've been playing catch up on the ten years we weren't able to even see each other for more than a few hours.
We grew up away from each other, sending letters and having three hour telephone calls, sometimes nothing for a few years.

Somehow we're now collaborating on a comic that she's written, and has been writing for the past year and I've been doing character sketches, working out the kinks together.

I've been enjoying the last few days of this indian summer smoking cigarettes in a cemetery with a girl I have fucking adored for the better part of my life.

The flip-side of these past few days has made me miss everyone else I've lost touch with/no longer speak with. To the point to where I woke up out of a dead sleep around 3:30AM this morning and couldn't get back to sleep.

And now for something completely different:

Who the FUCK posts an online quiz to be completed by the morning AFTER Halloween weekend? Really?

Happy All-Hallows' Eve / All Saints / Day of the Dead,
c.i.

Tombstone [Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt]

2009-10-24T21:58:00.000-07:00

It's been a very strange and wonderful span of 240+ hours. Ideas and projects are a-brewing and I'll post some sketches once I get the chance.

Naughty bits by Conrad Roset

Thank you, Maelie.

2009-10-23T23:17:00.000-07:00

Maeve Winona

2009-10-19T16:11:00.000-07:00

My niece was born on Friday morning around 5:30AM. Seven pounds, six ounces of fricken adorable caterpillar.

Momentary lapse of judgment and privacy

2009-10-15T12:37:00.000-07:00

Although I consider myself an open person, I'm finding my boundaries as far as respecting others' privacy, and my own. If I let loose all the little dirty secrets of the shitstorm I've been faring for the past 18 months, I would suddenly lose quite a bit of self-respect and quite possibly friends.
I still am filled with immense joy when someone I grew up with doesn't recognize me whatsoever when we bump into each other in a public place.
This weekend brings the last weekend of the Northern California Renaissance Faire, and with it sadness and some glee. I've missed out on some events around the Bay Area that I know I will be kicking myself for (i.e. Hoodstock '09, XY Scatter playing at the Blue Macaw after a year hiatus, the hip-hop show at The Stork Club Saturday night, Alternative Press Expo '09, and even GOGOL BORDELLO PLAYING AT THE FOX THEATER IN OAKLAND), but for the ... experience of the Ren Faire (basis for LARP, Confidential) and the very gracious, gorgeous, generous and thoroughly AMAZING people I have met through Nativearth, Schulps Pottery and good ol' Patrick Morris & archery, I wouldn't trade it for damn near anything.
Finally, I sadly have not made the deadline for Alternative Press Expo this year (Matthew Silady had offered to sell my comics at his two booths, which you should fucking check out anyway!!) BUT I will have material available online AND I'm working towards WonderCon '10. If there are any painters, artists, vagabonds that would like to work a table with me, please email me.
I got called a dumb grownup for the first time this week by a little girl I was trying to comfort. She was getting a flu shot (made a deal with my mother that if I went and got tattoos, I wouldn't complain about vaccinations or shots) and I was trying to tell her it would be okay, and she told me to shut up, that I was just another dumb grownup. I was deeply insulted.

And now for something completely different; pretending like I'll be going to do homework and not be a vandal.

When there's nothing left to burn ...

2009-10-08T23:45:00.000-07:00

You aggravate the hell out of me, but you showed me something beautiful. I can only hope you find that kind of beauty in your world. I think you have.
I'm still looking for mine.
Final thoughts before indulging in the weekend and the strange thoughts and feelings that they entail:

I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing left to say.

Naughty Bits via Chagrin
[Fine, yes, I was a copycat. Get over it]

[speechless]

2009-10-07T21:41:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time since my faith in humanity has been revived or even restored.

Someone anonymously left a fruit tart and a note for my mother, wishing her a speedy recovery with her recent surgery.

I almost started crying, it was so simple and very beautiful.

Whoever you are, thank you for making my mom the happiest I've seen her in years.

Girl Anachronism

2009-10-05T18:47:00.000-07:00

[Excerpt from my sketchbook, opening for mini-sode for Wingnut, "LARP, Confidential ®"]

Beginning to feel like all the Faire participants are escapists in their own right.
Life crams itself into every nook and cranny within the few days we're there, and it revives my best memories of art school, building sets for theater and even childhood. The euphoria is then wrapped in a sleeping bag, deep-fried in THC, homemade mead and lust. Dust lightly with Casa Boogers and serve between 59º - 96ºF.

Besides, where else can I hammer in tent-stakes with a 4-inch heel red pleather knee-high fuck-me boots?

As of late

2009-09-27T23:55:00.000-07:00

We rejoiced when it was 95º in the shade, I had fun losing (Thumb Wars, 5-Card Stud Poker), and have never regretted leaving my sketchbook (or even just a BOOK, I normally carry at least one) at home more than this past weekend.
Hello randomly placed sketches and portraits, I missed you.
Don't ever leave me again.

P.S. The foot was from when I had to stay in bed part of June. The face was probably someone sitting in Bay Street. I am the one sporting the Sapporo label (in my top 3 favorite beers, thanks to my Shoko Hori), and I unintentionally did a portrait of a flute player in almost the same exact manner as my brother Michael's portraits of people. Right down to the bright colors.
Gotta love genetics ...?

Zombified, and loving it,

c.i.

Zehn

2009-09-21T16:51:00.000-07:00

It's been 10 years today that my uncle was killed down in Mammoth Lakes on a motorcycle trip on his way up to see my mother and I. We were supposed to meet him the next day in Jamestown, just outside of Yosemite and Sonora.
Instead of moping around, mourning the loss, I ditched my Algebra II class this morning to sit out in the sun, listen to music and take a nap.
When I got up I tried to find his obituary online, but instead I got a link to Santa Anita Raceway where he was the finishing photographer for the races. I had no idea, but in the same week a jockey named J.C. Rodriguez was killed. A few lives summed up in a few sentences.

-------

This second weekend of Faire made it so I would miss Newark Days - the annual celebration of suburbia that includes a cast of the same yuppies and carnies every year. Thank God.
The escape came with a price: setting up camp in a space time continuum where nakedness was encouraged, intoxication rained down like the tomatoes at the "Flogging Booth" and the unshowered heathens that I've come to love and cherish in all of our LARP-ing glory resided.

And now, dear Lurker, I sit. I drink my coffee, and try to fudge my way through my online math homework.

Cheers,
c.i.

Ciao Bella, Ren Faire [First Weekend]

2009-09-14T18:49:00.000-07:00

I was able to tack on an extra 500 geek points for being employed, very last minute, at the Northern California Renaissance Faire with my lovely Sydney, and will be wenching Gelato every weekend until October 18th.
I realize I have given out this URL to advertise my art, be patient: I need to install my "new" scanner when I'm not bombing online math tests.
And now for something completely different: a shower.

Fractured Ulna, Full Love

2009-09-11T23:03:00.000-07:00

You roll off my tongue like smoke, and I'm struggling to keep you in my lungs.

"alone with everybody"
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

-c. b.

9.9.09

2009-09-09T22:47:00.001-07:00

This is my brother and
(still feels weird saying this because I'm not even sure if it's official, but)
my sister-in-law, and my niece kinda chilling out.
I'm not sure what names they're coming up with, but I know this:
that kid is going to have some crazy hair and some insane want to draw/photograph people, or buzz their head and play bass and guitar (not like my brother and I ever did that ... -cough-).

Now accepting monetary donations to go see my brother and Melissa in New Mexico.

Also: thanks to the power of the internet, apparently there's a lot more people visiting this site. Bravo for being interested, hopefully you won't get scared off, and keep on lurking, you lurkers ^_^

Cheers,
Auntie C.I.

Uncle Tex

2009-09-07T22:29:00.000-07:00

Moving back home with the parents has

Made me eat healthier than I had when I was living on my own (although I do cook, it's nice to have two chefs for parents).
Renewed the need to get the HELL back out there again, maybe out of the state or country. Go visit Shoko in Osaka. My 20s shouldn't be spent worrying about those damned student loans I had to take out just to finish my undergrad.
Increased my chances of running into not one, but two kids from my graduating class of high school AND my 5th grade teacher all in one grocery store within a 20 minute span. One worked at said grocery store, and the other I recalled being an uptight gal who I don't remember even having conversations with. From the back I gawked at her FuckMe slingback white heels and rose-patterned strapless summer dress, and suddenly there was a face attached to it that I recognized. Awkward(turtle).

... Christ, all I remember from my 5th grade teacher were those godawful giraffe print dresses (not the pattern of giraffe hide, but actual giraffes just walking around on an otherwise perfectly nice dress. She had one with zebras, too) and the fact that she made us spend 3 months of our U.S. history on the Puritans. Therefore most likely solidifying my distaste for any kind of Puritan/Manifest Destiny dogma.

Reawakened an obsession with 1950s cartoons, namely those done by Chuck Jones (directed "How The Grinch Stole Christmas", "The Dot and the Line", "Phantom Tollbooth", various Looney Tunes and Tom & Jerry), and good ol' Tex Avery ("Droopy" and "The Howling Wolf", co-creater of Looney Tunes, and the nameless redheaded siren). Thank you, Direct TV, I don't pay for you, but you've kept me up many nights with recorded caches of cartoons, movies, and Criminal Minds. ... The priorities in my life are astounding.

You may remember this from your childhood along with other various banned cartoons.
I think I blame Tex Avery for wanting to do various voices, facial expressions, and secretly wanting to be a redhead, ha.

In other news, I don't care if the online classes are eco-friendly, they're a pain in the ass. That is all.
Cheers,
c.i.

Balls on your forehead

2009-09-06T00:02:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure why it took me so long to see Garden State, but I kind of love it.

And who doesn't want a Dick Cheney Desert Storm trading card?

I can die happy

2009-09-04T01:17:00.000-07:00

CAUTION: SPOILERS Do NOT open if you haven't seen the movie yet, and don't come bitching to me.

But my GOD. The love for this movie continues.

Anger dwells in the bosom of fools

2009-09-01T12:45:00.000-07:00

Thank you Jacob for sending me the Helmetfish. May Wisconsin treat you well in your last year of college.

Yesterday marked the last day of my summer of discontent, surgeries and debauchery, and I mean that in the best possible way.
There are few places I can name or think of that are more comfortable or serene than laying underneath a pine tree around sunset with a good friend. Although we were pursued by an elderly Indian gentleman on a tricked out tricycle (only in Fremont ...), just the general feeling of goofing off brought about recollections of childhood summers where our biggest concerns were sunburns and mosquito bites.
When I woke up this morning, the gray reality of my location, situation and disposition slapped me upside the head: I was running late for school and didn't have time to shower, the coffee my father made at 7:30AM was lukewarm and tasted burnt, and one of my family friends, a Dr. Alan Zacharia, had passed away on Saturday from cancer. The service is today in Daly City, my parents left shortly after I had left for class.
September never seems to be a good month for anyone close to my family; this month marks the 10 year anniversary of my uncle getting killed in a motorcycle accident outside of Mammoth Lakes. The only time I've ever been down there was on a family vacation my freshman year of high school, and I kept straining to see the exact place he died, like I would recognize it just by intuition. I couldn't, and still don't know which blind curve he and his friends went around just to find a Toyota 4Runner with a driver blacked out behind the wheel veering into their lane.

It's about this time that I believe I should take a nap, and upon waking draw some comics, and eventually get back into the responsible routine of (ugh) doing math homework.

Cheers,
c.i.

Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Fraulein Trudeau

2009-08-29T17:46:00.000-07:00

Album cover & tattoo design: completed.
Images to post for my portfolio AND your viewing pleasure? Fail.
Next investment? Obtain one or all of the following: A drawing pad, Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator Suite, a large scanner, and some sanity.

Cheers,
c.i.

Canned Heat

2009-08-23T12:43:00.000-07:00

After seeing "Inglourious Basterds", I realized I would do very degrading and morally compromising things to get with Eli Roth (consequently the director and writer of such slasher films as "Cabin Fever", "Hostel", and was kicked off the set of "Meet Joe Black", star of which is to our right, Brad Pitt) and Mélanie Laurent.
Laurent pretty much steals the show, is ruthless and drop-dead gorgeous.

I have to say, after the disappointment that was "Death Proof" as part of the "Grindhouse" double feature, this was a welcome, blood-filled, 180º dubya-tee-eff, going-to-wield-a-baseball-bat-and-fuck-this-shit-up-MY-way.

That's all you get.
Now get off your asses and go see this movie!

Cinq

2009-08-16T00:41:00.000-07:00

Not having a cell phone has been very quiet, and actually very liberating. Also, however, really inconvenient for trying to arrange to meet people
The phrase "flaccid earhole" somehow best describes this week.
Sadly two goals I have for when I am actually employed will be to go see my brother and his fiancé Melissa and my soon-to-be niece via train. The second is to buy a proper corset just for the hell of it.
"You gave up something and got something else. Or you worked for something. You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it. You could get your money's worth. The world was a good place to in. It seemed like a fine philosophy ... Perhaps that wasn't true, though. Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about" Hemingway (152).
I have watched Triplets of Belleville probably fifteen times this week alone, and I have yet to get tired of it. It's beautiful.

Stars know why we fall, I just wish they were thinking out loud

2009-08-13T17:24:00.001-07:00

The meteors we end up seeing in the sky like this are actually about the size of Volkswagen bugs or washing machines, but burn up to about the size of a bottle cap or a pea. I'm guessing ours shrunk down to beer cans, or maybe that's too poetic to assume from last night.
Fremontians, Newarkians and Nile-ites all piled in cars and we took the back roads (Ian Long, if you're reading this, you're a shitty person to follow in a car, k? thnx) along Skyline Blvd through Montara.

In other non-awkward announcements:

almost done with Carl Flynn's album cover art
Alternative Press Expo '09 may still happen!!! with the help of Paul Barron, granted that his broken wrist heals eventually.
Congratulations to Elie & Emery Wasser and welcome to their son, Evrin Lansing Wasser.
The squarenose helmetfish painting has been done for weeks now, perhaps the recipient can scan it and send me an image for my portfolio -bats eyelashes-

Silly me for not scanning it before giving it as a gift.

Onwards to food. Until next time, fuckwits
Cheers,
c.i.

私は彼を欠場

2009-08-07T23:41:00.000-07:00

I would defend my honor if I knew where it was.
America defends the right to free speech, apparently alcohol just makes it that much more possible.
Tomer Hanuka is teh sex. See giant watery-tart.
Gentlemen, BEHOLD!! I need to move the fuck out of my parent's house. See list items 1 & 2.
Falling for someone is like quicksand; easy to get yourself into, but it really fucking sucks you in the more you try to get out.

Finding Bibi

2009-08-04T12:58:00.000-07:00

I think Bita Haidarian is doing a courageous and beautiful thing, and I encourage you, dear reader to follow this project. It will lead to great things, I promise. I've put a permanent link to the site that is following the film, contribute to it, follow it, or else -shakes fist-

31

2009-08-01T19:37:00.000-07:00

General Trudeau and I won tickets to go see The Painted Cakes at The Uptown last night in Oakland. My comrade is moving down to San Diego and soon I'll be stuck to suffer through community college by my lonesome.
And now for something completely different: a bottle of red and the start of the album art as commissioned by Carl Flynn.

Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel

2009-07-29T23:44:00.000-07:00

Got my first (and probably only) commission for the summer to do an album cover for a friend. I'm really excited to have something to do as my Algebra class comes to a close tomorrow (ugh). Actually, in 12 hours.

Fuck.

Post Script
I finished the squarenose-helmetfish painting, and gave it as a going away present.

Post-Post Script
Forgive the poetry if it's not your cup of tea.

Discontent cleared with the fog and left its stain
My dear Supplant, spare me the details;
born and pulled out by the root.
Near your clavicle, shy of your vein,
another open mouth gaped
for sustenance from your
still heart where I used to feed.
A ransom for the sins of mankind,
her act is innocent in one-sided
affection and affliction.
You wept,
open and waiting for the rain.

Droogs

2009-07-25T23:03:00.001-07:00

It's strangely alluring and actually terrifying that the one of the last men I fell in love with now physically resembles Alex's character from A Clockwork Orange. Right down to the haircut.
This is the strangest thing I've seen in a while.
I need to start writing nonvisual narratives again, the brain is brewing up some really strange shit in my unemployment.

My mind is now wandering in directions that if anything, I'd love to be able to say, and say eloquently and privately. Whatever. This wasn't created to be a personal venting station for me.

My hips give nothing away

2009-07-24T23:59:00.001-07:00

Not tonight, not to you, but I think we both know that you'll stay and ...

My dad's way of communicating is by cooking and talking with me about books. I took a two hour drive just to get a white ink Sakura pen to finish up my painting of a Square nose Helmetfish. I'll scan it in when I'm finished.

Now that you're not around

2009-07-22T22:13:00.000-07:00

Abbreviated

2009-07-21T00:43:00.000-07:00

Briefly:
- Through the course of this summer, I'm having far too much fun getting coffee and exchanging comic books and music with one Mr. Murray, pictured left in the rain at Greek Theater when we went to see DCFC. Quite the smelly pirate hooker.
- I have a job interview at Buckle in Stoneridge Mall (huzzah monies) on Wednesday. I go back into the retail pit of despair, and answer these questions three. ... Ok, not really.
- Tomorrow my family finds out if we can keep our house.
- Got an unofficial commission to toss around some ideas for a tattoo sleeve of deep sea creatures (FUCK YES), going to start playing around with that and some designs.
- I need to tackle Paul when he comes back from NYC, take him out for lunch or something, and in exchange have him give me a tutorial for screenprinting so I can mass produce some templates for birth announcements (Three couples, my brother included, are all expecting within the same span of this next month). One asked for a design, so why not make some copies.
- I made the mistake of taking a nap when I got home from math class today. Now I get to pretend to be responsible and try to get to sleep before 2AM. Let the battle begin.

Cheers,
xo caitlin

A Call for Submissions, Reverse That

2009-07-16T16:54:00.000-07:00

I'm broke to the point where I'm offering to do commissions. Hell even if you know someone who wants their DOG painted, send them my way. Reasonably priced, of course. I offer this (or push this onto) because of the 15 different places I've applied, NO one is hiring. Thanks, Economy.
My dad was denied long-term disability, primarily due to the "restrictions" that are being heavily placed on state-spending, etc. I don't want to go on bashing Schwartzenegger, but I feel like he's cut so many public services that it's really just making me nauseated to even consider it.
The two first points may result in the decision to postpone school if I'm unable to do financial aid (again).
Also trying to raise money to take a train out to New Mexico to see my brother Michael and his fiancé Melissa.
And lastly, perhaps most importantly ... Where the FUCK has this year gone?

Art to your Face

2009-07-14T09:45:00.000-07:00

Enjoy

Just for fun

2009-07-01T10:33:00.000-07:00

Me circa 2005 & Emma Watson interview

Ok fine, I effing give.
... I have those same exact boots she's wearing somewhere, no joke.

Inspired by Morna

2009-06-29T20:40:00.000-07:00

5 Things:
1. There is one person I was convinced was crazy. Apparently he thinks the same about me.
2. I'm getting worse at keeping in touch with people and telling them what's going on. I used to have the opposite problem.
3. Just found out that "brain" in the urban dictionary means a blowjob. So me saying "I can't brain today" was just made five times funnier.
4. Whale of mass destruction
5. It's all too tempting to stay home tomorrow and just draw. And I know I can't.